Qin Yi Ren saw the contents of the document right away and couldn't help but show a look of joy, genuinely feeling happy for Yan Xiaye.
In her view, with Li Beicheng's utterly despicable character, he and that cheap wench, Yan Shuirou, were simply a match made in heaven.
The only two advantages he probably had were his top-notch family background and handsome appearance, but aside from those two points, he was completely like a black-hearted cotton-made embroidered pillow, nowhere near worthy of Xiaye.
In the sickbed, Yan Xiaye's pupils slightly constricted, the buzzing sound echoing in her ears after Li Beicheng slammed the door and left, her gaze fixated on the document and unable to look away for a long while.
Without a doubt, this was what she had sought but never managed to obtain.
But to get it in this way was definitely not her intention.